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Of Faith and Fury: Part 2

The Challenge of Love?

By Sabien RuffinPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Peace never seemed so far away.

Remember me in my naivety?

Remember me as a novite?

No dexterity, no charisma, no wisdom, and barely any intelligence.

I was a stone, taught only to be strong and enduring.

But what is love unexpressed?

You, with all my heart, I would have loved, but if only I knew how

When you were here.

Your soft green eyes were like kisses to my tortured soul.

I could barely look at you, for how overwhelmed I was by them

They pierced through this dark iron shell and gave me the will to be human.

Only to find out truest to form that I was a baby.

I would cry and fuss in the pain of my newness, so misunderstood.

Trust me, even now in my age, the rivers

Borne from stone and iron outlets long besieged by masculine terror

Find neither succor no damming against this damnation

The loss of you.

In my dreams, I would hold you in my arms

In my fantasies, I would stroke your hair

In my dizziest daydreams, we walked side by side, hand in hand

In fields of lavender and lilac

Among the common dandies, I was a true lion

And worry not, we surely knew how to weed them out

And among these flowers, only we found the tulips

Pressed together

For you to be so near yet so far is a recurring reminder

Of my chronic condition

A secret searing pain stabbing at my soul

From hence to forth

What am I? And why do I exist?

A question I asked myself with abject futility for what felt like ages to come.

To so many, aged, withered, wizened, and wise

From their outsets, you were just a fleeting glimpse, asymptote

A symptom of my delusions and the cause of my confusion

Why did I, when looking upon you, treat you with such coldness

When for you my heart burned intensely.

Each day I spent away from you was a day where not even the brightest sunlight

Could part the clouds within.

Nor did the clouds without provide me sea or see or stay or shelter from suffering.

I needed you.

And now

You're gone

heartbreak
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About the Creator

Sabien Ruffin

Passion comes in so many flavors. I want a different world. We talk about what we want, we sometimes talk about how we would achieve it, but how often do we get there?

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